{Gerard}

Slowly I slipped my hand into Frank jeans via his unzipped zipper to grab his hardening member. Part of me still feels strange about acting this way with Frank, I mean, he's four years younger then me, I still feel partially guilty about that first night I met him.

I'd just been to a small concert to see a local band with my best friend Bert but as the night had still been young we'd decided to go to a bar ... for our type of people - the gay type. I'd been stood at the bar nursing my drink when I'd seen him, awkwardly sat next to two of his friends making out at a table. Bert had disappeared to the dance floor looking for a one night stand and left me at the bar alone. When I first layed eyes on him something in me clicked, kind of like a jigsaw puzzle - another piece had just slotted into place, helping to complete the picture of my life.

"Hey beautiful, can I buy you a drink?" I'd spoken confidently as I walked up next to the small boy. I noticed how part of his hair was shaved, dyed blonde, the other part was combed away from the shaved area and jet black, slightly spiked aswell. He had looked up at me with his coffee brown eyes first in confusion, then excitment.

"Sure thing." He'd grinned and walked with me to the bar.

"So what's your name?" He smiled sweetly at me as the bartender handed him his drink and I'd handed over my money.

"Gerard, yours?" I'd smiled back and took a sip from my drink.

"Frank," he took a sip from his own. I'd grinned at him eagerly.

"Who're them two then?" I'd asked, throwing my thumb over my shoulder to point at the two guys he'd previously been sat next to.

"My friends Ray and Bob, they come here all the time apparently, thought they'd bring me along for a change." Frank grinned eagerly back, wiping part of his fringe away from his eyes.

"Oh so it's your first time here?" I'd asked inquisitively. Frank simply nodded his head and smiled.

"Woah Ger! Wish I could pick 'em like you do! Mind if I have a go?" Bert shoved himself inbetween myself and Frank, slurring his words due to the large quantity of alcohol he'd consumed and promptly stuck his tongue down Frank's neck.

"Get the hell of him Bert!" I'd shrieked, dragging Bert away from a bewildered and slightly horrified looking Frank. "I think you've had a bit much to drink, how about I take you home?" I'd slung one of my arms around Bert to support his weight as he stumbled away from the bar.

"Frank! Erm, would you like to come back to mine? After I've dropped Bert off of course, I'll give you a lift home aswell if you want?" I'd asked eagerly, hoping he would accept as I didn't want to leave him yet, but I didn't want Bert stumbling around in public making himself look like a complete fool.

"Yeah! That'd be great!" He'd exclaimed, suddenly excited, "gimme a sec to tell Ray and Bob that I'm going tho, I'll be literally a second!" He grinned, running back to the table his friends were sat at. I saw him wave his hands frantically in the air and shout something at the two men in excitement. They turned and looked at me, their mouths dropping in astonishment slightly as they took in my features - my longish dyed black hair, my deathly pale skin, the tight black buttoned shirt and vivid blood red tie. I waved slowly at them before Frank came running back over.

"Good to go!" He'd grinned widely before following me out to my small shiny black car. I'd slid a drowsy Bert onto the backseat of my car, buckling his seatbelt and getting in as Frank did.

"Wait!" He'd exclaimed turning to me warily, "are you okay to drive?" He asked slowly.

"Yeah, I only had fruit cocktails in there, the alcohol was way too over priced." I grinned before buckling up and pulling out of the parking space I had found a short way from the bar into the street and driving towards Bert's house.

"Nice ride." Frank smiled, stroking the soft red leather seat he was sat on.

"Better be for the amount of alterations I had to make to make it look good!" I grinned, remembering all the time and money I had spent converting the plain cheap car I had bought into one that matched my personality. Eventually I pulled up outside Bert's house and dragged him out of the car, making sure not to bump his head as I pulled him onto the pavement to shut the car door.

"Do you want any help?" Frank had shouted from the front passenger seat kindly.

"I'm fine thanks! Done this enough times to know what to do on my own." I'd chuckled as Bert stood up only to stumble back down to the floor. I'd wrapped my arm around him once again to help him to his front doorway, grabbing his house keys from the secret pocket in his jacket that I knew he kept them in and opening the front door, switching on a variety of lights and helping Bert to his room.

"Take it easy kay?" I'd muttered before turning the lights off and walking back out the house, locking the front door and posting Bert's keys through the letterbox.

"Back to mine then!" I grinned as I jumped back in the car, fastened my seatbelt and drove away from the pavement.

After a short while of driving away from Bert's I'd pulled up onto my driveway and got out the car, locking it as soon as Frank got out.

"This is it." I'd smiled as I opened my front door and walked in, shutting the door behind Frank. He'd grinned at the red wooden floor and black painted walls.

"You like red and black alot don't ya?" He'd grinned, sliding off his jacket and placing it carefully on a coat peg.

"Drink?" I'd asked after giving him an award winning smiled.

"Please." He followed me through my dark living room and into my small kitchen.

"Schnapps okay?" I'd asked grinning as the smaller boy had nodded his head vigorously.

About two hours and three bottles of schnapps, three beers and a variety of different shots, the two men were extremely drunk.

"How old are you Frank?" My words slurring slightly as I spoke.

"21 why? How old are you? Your not like 50 are you?" He'd begun to giggle hysterically for no apparent reason.

"Just wondered, and no you moron, I'm 22." I'd laughed, rolling over and accidentally landed on Frank. As I'd moved to awkwardly remove myself from the small boy, he'd grabbed my arms and not let go.

"Your hot Gerard." He'd grinned before slowly leaning in to kiss me. I'd leaned in too and pushed my warm lips against his, taking his face in my hands and pushing my lips against his harder, eventually allowing my tongue to enter his mouth. Frank had liked it ... a lot, and grabbed my ass. I pulled him away from the sofa and towards my room, pushing him onto my four poster bed and ripping off our clothes, leaving us only wearing our underwear. Frank had knotted his fingers in my dark hair, pulling my face closer to his once again and pushing our lips together. Neither one of us had hesitated to rip the others pants off. I'd grinned as my hands had begun to wander down towards Frank's crotch and I had grabbed his hardening member. We positioned ourselves so Frank was sat on my stomach precariously, me holding onto his crotch and rubbing my hand up and down it. As I began to thrust my hips upwards, Frank had released a long, loud moan of pleasure, making me grab him even harder. Sometime during my thrusting I had thrown Frank over, still rubbing my hand against him but now standing on my knees instead of lying down. This way I was able to give Frank my all and boy was he happy with that. Eventually I came into Frank and him on my hand, both of us releasing long, deep moans as our bodies twitched in ecstasy.

"That was amazing ..." I sighed, rolling over onto my back, closing my eyes and smiling. I turned to look at Frank who released a soft snore as I saw his closed eyes. I chuckled to myself before falling into a deep sleep.

I woke late in the morning to find Frank using me as a mattress, his body wrapped around mine.

"Comfortable are we?" I asked laughing softly as Frank's head began to move slightly and his breathing increased.

"What?" He mumbled into my chest, slowly looking up to see my face looking down at him smiling.

"Gerard ..." He grinned before lifting himself up and pressing our lips together.

"Morning." I whispered to him softly, pulling him close against my pale chest. Frank snuggled up against me smiling.

"Frank ... how old are you really?" I asked him warily, stroking his hair.

"What do you mean?" He suddenly looked up at me, his eyes filled with fear and anxiety.

"I mean how old are you really?" I smiled reassuringly at him, still stroking his hair.

"How did ... how did you know I lied?" He asked, rather confused.

"Lets just say I felt it. Your a virgin Frank ... or at least you were, I could hear it." I smiled awkwardly at his reddening face. "So, how old are you?" Secretly I was praying he was of age and that I hadn't slept with a kid.

"18." He muttered, looking down slightly.

"Oh thank god." I breathed a sigh of relief of which he looked up, puzzled. "I thought you were going to say you were 16 or something, thank god." I breathed a sigh of relief, pulling Frank upto my face to press our lips together. He grinned into the kiss before pulling away slightly.

"Why aren't you mad at me? For lying?" He asked softly, running a finger along my cheek bone.

"Because your not some 15 year old that was looking to lose his virginity to any random stranger," I smiled at him, planting a kiss on his forehead, "granted I am a bit pissed with you for not telling me the truth but oh well." I shrugged, pulling Frank back against my chest. He sighed a sigh of relief but I suddenly felt dirty. He was just a kid, still in his teens. I'd gotten him drunk and taken advantage of him but for some reason he seemed to be awfully pleased with himself. Yet I still felt dirty.

{Frank}

"Gerard!" I shouted, shaking my boyfriend and laughing as he jumped slightly and turned to face me.

"What?" He asked nervously glancing at me.

"You just blanked out ..." I whispered to him, stroking his slightly damp cheek.

"Oh sorry, I was thinking about ... about us." He grinned awkwardly, pulling me closer to his face.

"What about us?" I asked warily.

"That first night we spent together, you know the one were I got you drunk? And we had sex, on this very bed?" He smiled awkwardly, shifting a piece of hair from my forehead.

"How could I forget?" I asked, smirking as I snuggled up closer to him, breathing in his warm scent. Gerard chuckled, holding me close.

"I love you ..."He whispered softly into my ear.

"I love you too." I smiled, looking up into his sparkling eyes and kissing his soft, pale lips.

To The End ... or is it?